#being in love

[starlet-sky]

Waiting for someone who’s chaos matches mine, and who’s presence is as peaceful as my solitude.

[confused-wanderer]

We all know Superman knows Batman’s heartbeat by heart (pun intended) BUT can you imagine the repercussions? Especially if Bruce falls first??

Whenever the world gets too loud, or he gets too overwhelmed or stressed, tuning into his heartbeat is Clark’s favourite thing to do. Listening to that steady heartbeat flowing amidst all the chaos of life is enough to slowly help him calm down and relax, even drifting off to sleep sometimes. Because that was his rock. That made Clark feel protected.

The first time it rises it takes less than a blink before Superman’s banging on Bruce’s door, demanding to know what’s happening. And he noticed it increase when Bruce sees him. Then it happens again.

And again.

Now, Clark’s convinced Bruce sees him as a threat, and always goes into a spiral of trying to figure out what he did wrong and what to do to make up for it. Imagine a very sad and scared GOD hovering over Gothams Knight unsure of how to approach the issue but not wanting to leave him as well.

Meanwhile Bruce’s internally screaming as to why his crush is now following him around everywhere looking so adorably lost and vulnerable and how can he get rid of these feelings it’s making him want to act giddy and declare his love everywhere and it’s driving him insane.

[tomyfriend]

“Because even at my worst, I want you around.“

-{j.}

[dastanslove]

This might be an unpopular opinion but:

I'd rather start from 0 on with you again

I'd rather get to know you all over again

I'd rather start the romance all over again

I'd rather fix the problems

I'd rather find out what went wrong

I'd rather go through more fights and arguments

I'd rather go on more dates with you

I'd rather work on winning you over a million times

I‘d rather fight for you over a million times

I’d rather make it this time right

Than to start all over again with someone that won't be the same

[nakurumok]

.

You two please go get married okay?

.

[lelif]

on love

C.T. Salazar, Headless John The Baptist Hitchhiking/Taylor Swift, peace/David Rodríguez Tovar, The thrill, the fear, the hope /Taylor Swift, Enchanted/The Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of The Ring/Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters/Sarah Ruhl, Eurydice

[terrence-silver]

Does Terry Silver get nervous butterflies when in love? I like to think about his sensitive side, if such a thing exists.

---

Oh, it exists alright.

He's pacing up and down, trying on several different outfits, putting his stylists through hell because the impression he wants to leave matters more than anything else right now --- he's overthinking, he's overplanning, his mansion is practically under siege, the long-suffering Margaret is reminding Mr. Silver that he should please, most respectfully, calm down before he blows a fuse because here he is, practically vibrating with excitement and buying expensive gifts in advance...and then buying several additional ones while soaking in his jacuzzi because the first one seems somehow insufficient to what he desires (and he's imagined you'll desire). He's making call after call that is meant to ensure he's delivered every bit of information, intel, every purchase, every commission, that every order is put into motion, that every piece of the puzzle that'll ensure him, say, a perfect outcome to something he's envisioned or planned with his beloved is completed to his specific instructions; he's all movement, all enthusiasm, all euphoria, he's weaving schemes in advance like he just made the business deal of a lifetime. He's been at it since one in the morning. Now, it's two in the afternoon...the next day. Man hasn't slept in over twelve hours and nobody knows exactly where he seeps the energy or endurance from; but whatever the source, there seems to be an infinite abundance of it. He's all giddy, all smiles, all laughter and that's Terry Silver in love for you. The human incarnation of a happy pill.

Impossible to contain or calm down.

His butterflies are absolutely on steroids and hitting new highs, loudly flapping away hard enough to cause a windstorm in his gut that'll put a pep in his step like he's a child about to meet his most cherished playdate after being separated for merely a day for all we know, running on excess energy, forcing everyone around him to just try and keep up with his overall stamina and increasing demands --- and good luck with that one. Milos Dadok could be there, diligently almost running behind a long-legged Mr. Silver, carrying bouquets containing a hundred and one red roses because it's go big or go home at every hour of the day in this dojo, grimly and very seriously attempting to pace himself to his Boss' wide, eager strides as he hauls the flowers forward followed by a team of staff members marching where Terry wants and needs them to be. They're on a tight schedule here! They've an agenda! Man could be any age at any time and he'll behave like a school boy about to go a first dance.

So, not only can he be sensitive, he's...I mean, look at this beautiful face?

☝️I envision Terry Silver in love is like that 24 / 7.

It's everything or nothing with him.

Guy beams infectious, boyish, unspoiled happiness like a nuclear reactor and when he truly cares and it's written all over him, I feel. All over his body language. His face. His expression. His energy. His behavior. His deeds. All of it. There's no doubt in mind this guy's enamored because when he is, emotions are open and raw. Beloved walks into the room and he immediately has this triumphant, shit-eating full mega-watt smile with two rows of teeth entirely on display at the mere sight of them as he runs towards them and his whole face along with his eyes just laugh with him. He lights up. I wouldn't say it is nervousness in the classical sense because I don't feel he ascribes to feeling, cultivating or nurturing any emotion he might view as limiting to his ambitions (in this case, his ambitions being beloved's affection), but nonetheless, it is the type of love one cannot hide and definitely the manner of reaction everyone dreams and yearns to be greeted with. He's just overjoyed. If anything, Terry Silver's very courageous and even adorably overbearing with his butterflies.

He can be the sweetest person ever or a literal nightmare.

Best pray he doesn't see you as an enemy.

[acrowseye]

"you can't love someone else if you don't already love yourself" when you cannot find light within yourself you look for it in the stars and my darling when I look at you I realize I have found the sun.

[umz8]

I can still hear the way I made you laugh.

It hurts.

[folkloreromancr]

when taylor swift said "i've got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you" and when lana del rey said "there's things i wanna say to you but i'll just let you live" and when harry styles said "comfortable silence is so overrated. why won't you be the first one to say? even my phone misses your call" and when louis tomlinson said "i can't get inside when you're lost in your pride but you don't have a thing to prove" and when phoebe bridgers said "and i can wish all that i want, but it won't bring us together plus i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better" and when ed sheeran said "it's so hard to say it but i've been here before, now I'll surrender up my heart and swap it for yours" and when niall horan said "if honesty means telling you the truth, then i'm still in love with you"

[lost-in-letters]

"I hunger for your sleek laugh, and your hands the colour of a furious harvest. I want to eat your sunbeams flaring in your beauty."

Red white royal blue, Casey McQuiston / Pablo Naruda

[tomyfriend]

“Why can’t you love me?”

-{j.}

[dastanslove]

My mind clings to your memory like the tides to the moon.

[secretly1nlov3]

old romance.♥︎

[madmeowblog]

biblical

i want someone to take my words like a bible

listen to me like i’m your religion

bow down on your knees

and pray to me like

i’m the only thing you believe in.

take my words like

you can’t live without me

you can’t breathe without me.

like i’m your last hope,

your light in an endless pit of darkness.

take my words like a bible

like you’re afraid to believe in anything else

[momotonescreaming]

I actually managed to get some writing done today! Have a snip!

They’re better now — the scars — faded and shiny white, instead of angry and red. From Steve diligently putting on oils and creams on them, gently rubbish them into his skin. When Steve was first recovering, once the stitches were out, way before they were dating — back when it was fleeting glances and daydreams — Eddie had helped with the road rash all the way down his back.

Steve’s skin was warm, and tanned, and Eddie’s face burned like a forest fire as he swept his hands over Steve’s back. Feeling his muscles under the palms of his hands, the curve of his hips. At the time he was glad it was only his back he needed help with. So Steve couldn’t see his blushing face, feel his heated gaze, look at him with all knowing eyes.

Now, however, Eddie knows he’s free to touch, if he so wants. And boy, does he want. Almost all the time, actually.

Wants to stand behind Steve and run his calloused fingertips down his boyfriend’s spine. Wants to feel him shiver, feel the goosebumps raise on his skin. Wants to watch as Steve tilts his head up, arches into it, sinks into the sensation. Eddie wants to reach the small of his back, rest his hand there. Wants to gently press down, the way he did last night, as he guided Steve into him. Wants to know if he’ll groan in that way that he does — the groan that always does things to Eddie — sends blood rushing straight to his cock.

But now isn’t the time for that. Steve has to get ready, and Eddie isn’t as up for it as his horny mind probably wants him to be. Their bed is comfortable, it’s still early, and sleep is still clinging to the edges of his mind, thick and heavy.

And if Eddie stands up straight? He is definitely going to feel pain shoot straight down his body. Down his back, to his thighs, his ass. A good pain, of course. A tired, pleasant ache, he’ll feel deep in his muscles. Memory of a night well spent. He’s going to spend today at home, he knows, trying not to waddle when he walks.

So Eddie just sinks into Steve’s side of the mattress, head still propped up on his hands, and watches his boyfriend get ready. Steve unscrews the lid of a palm sized container, and scoops out some gooey moisturiser that Eddie knows claims to smell like grapefruit.

“It’s breakfast with Robin today, right?” Eddie asks, words slightly mumbled as his hand smooshes his face, making eye contact with Steve through the reflection of the mirror. “Or is it your work brunch?”

“Work brunch is next weekend,” Steve replies, smiling as he rubs the moisturiser into his skin. Eddie follows the motion with his eyes. “It’s Robin today.”